The man's Force presence doesn't hit Anakin all at once, but rather gracefully settles around him as he blinks and reorients himself toward the table. It suggests otherness; it suggests scale and venerability; what it does not particularly suggest is unaltered humanity.
And he can't even count the number of times he's encountered something like it in his recent existence. By repetition, anomalies become oddities, and oddities curiosities, and curiosities... well, helpful men sitting at tables who happen to have peculiar Force signatures, Anakin supposes. He finds himself less interested in the man than in what he has to offer conversationally. He heads over and proffers a bow of greeting, though no smile--the circumstances don't seem to call for it--and glances at the table and its distracting hue.
"My name is Anakin Skywalker of the Jedi Order on the planet Coruscant, in the Galactic Republic," he says without ceremony. "Do any of those names mean anything to you? No? What about the planet 'Earth'?" He doesn't hesitate to barrage the stranger with (what he thinks are polite) questions, which are oriented towards determining right away if they are in either of the galaxies he's now familiar with; there is a preoccupied quality to his voice, too, as if he's already ruling out answers based on the strange man's expressions and formulating new questions as he does. He shifts on his feet. He doesn't look likely to stay long.
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And he can't even count the number of times he's encountered something like it in his recent existence. By repetition, anomalies become oddities, and oddities curiosities, and curiosities... well, helpful men sitting at tables who happen to have peculiar Force signatures, Anakin supposes. He finds himself less interested in the man than in what he has to offer conversationally. He heads over and proffers a bow of greeting, though no smile--the circumstances don't seem to call for it--and glances at the table and its distracting hue.
"My name is Anakin Skywalker of the Jedi Order on the planet Coruscant, in the Galactic Republic," he says without ceremony. "Do any of those names mean anything to you? No? What about the planet 'Earth'?" He doesn't hesitate to barrage the stranger with (what he thinks are polite) questions, which are oriented towards determining right away if they are in either of the galaxies he's now familiar with; there is a preoccupied quality to his voice, too, as if he's already ruling out answers based on the strange man's expressions and formulating new questions as he does. He shifts on his feet. He doesn't look likely to stay long.